why are they so cute why why why

  • yousef: does that mean you're treating me to red lobster?
  • sana: *plays hard to get*
  • me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

anonymous asked:

Honest opinion: I can't tell if you and yawpkatsi are just tumblr buds or actually friends IRL too. I headcanon that you guys are real life friends for the added aww's and lulz on my end.

You’re in luck anon because we are IRL friends! 

In fact, here’s a pic of me and @yawpkatsi being cute and drinking on a hot date!

Tell me your anonymous opinion of me 

anonymous asked:

your imagines are actually so good omg I legit check your blog every day to see if you've updated!! I was wondering if it's not too much trouble could you do an Alex imagine where like the reader is super stressed about school because everyone has high expectations for them but top boyfriend Alex is super cute and calming about it or something like that idk?? Thank you!! <3

I can relate to this so much and I’m sure a lot of you can too, so I hope you like! (Also it makes me so happy that you guys like my writing so much honestly I never expected this kind of following haha) ~

905 words, Alex Standall/reader

You were about as close to hurling your revision guide across your bedroom as your idling hand held your pencil from the paper. You’d always been top of the class, or close enough, so people automatically started saying how great you were going to do when the tests rolled around. It made you feel so anxious that you were the designated person to do well, so worried that you’d let down everyone if you dropped even by a bit. 

You studied hard, barely slept, and had gotten into a fair amount of stress. Alex, your thankfully supportive boyfriend who didn’t care what marks you got, so long as you always made time for yourself; which, of course, you barely did.

Being close to tears when he called that evening (beating yourself up that you kept zoning out through your chemistry revision) you didn’t want to answer the phone and let him know how worked up you were but at the same time, you needed to hear his voice to comfort you.

You shakily pressed ‘accept’.

“Hey Alex, now’s not a good time,”

“Why? You studying?”

“Yeah, actually, I kinda need to get back,” as much as you wanted relief from revision you felt like you couldn’t draw yourself away from it. You had to keep up the reputation of having good marks. You had to.

“No, you don’t. This is as good a time as any, take a break from the books. I’ll be at the park in like ten minutes.” You sighed, thankful that you did have an excuse to close the guide. 

“Alright Standall, I’ll be there.” 

“Hell yeah you will, see you soon y/n,” he hung up, obviously satisfied that he’d persuaded you to choose him over your normal use of your endless nights. 

You saw his bleach-blond hair against the deep navy summer sky, he was leaning against the gate around the park, spinning his phone between a finger and thumb. Smiling when you saw each other you ran over to hug him. Alex kissed your temples and played with the hair that came down to where his hands were placed around you. 

“What were you wasting your time on tonight?” 

“Alex, come on, it’s hardly a waste if I’m gonna do good for myself,” you argued, even though you both knew it wasn’t really for yourself anymore. You knew you could drop a few places and still be the breadwinner in life. “It was chemistry.” 

“Ah, how amazingly fun. Surely more fun than running around town with your boyfriend?” 

“Definitely not.” you were still smiling in his presence but got the overwhelming urge to cry, eyes stinging and nose prickling with that feeling you get before the tears come. Making a mistake, you wiped at your eyes to get rid of the slight dampness, getting him to notice. 

“What’s wrong? Why’re you upset?” he stood before you having to bend slightly at his hips to make sure he was looking you in the eyes and not down on you. You brought your hands away from your face to wrap them around yourself, letting your face twist with the small sniffles and sobs, feeling your cheeks become the rocks behind a waterfall. Was it stupid that you were crying this much over school stress? Not at all, any person would tell you that - but you couldn’t tell yourself. 

“I’m - it’s so stupid to get so weak about this - it’s all too much, baby, the stress, the expectations, I can’t let everyone down by-by failing my exams and-” sometimes you managed to suppress what you were really feeling and just go on with what you needed to do; however, when you got down to thinking about it… this happens. 

“It’s not stupid, not at all. And you’re not stupid for wanting good grades or whatever, but there are so many more important things. Step away from the school environment, god knows we have enough of it. Live your life, you’ll be tied down soon enough,” 

“That’s comforting,”

“It’s honest, y/n. That’s why I try to coax you out of your room all the time, I want you with me. No one cares if you get second, or even last. Most of all, I really don’t care what you do, as long as it’s not making you do, well, this.” he gestured to your puffy face, the tears drying up at his words. “You’re gonna have to work until you’re nearly dead - and right now, you’re alive. Fully alive, and I’m here to live this life with you.” He straightened up, grabbing your arms away from your chest and holding them in his. You both giggled when he swung your arms from side to side, taking in the warm summer breeze and the near-quiet air around you, only broken by the sounds of nature around you. 

It was nice out here, Alex by your side, fresh air inflating your young lungs instead of the stale, stuffiness of your room/second classroom. You barely got out without the help of your boyfriend. 

“I’m ready to live life with you, too, Alex,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. First step of being a normal teenager - break a couple, if not all, of the rules,”

“I think I’m cool with that,” you grinned, allowing him to let go of one of your hands and lead you further into the woods surrounding the park.


So I decided to show my nan a video she asked so much over the past year that I finally decided this was going to be the one I showed her because it was a good video that didn’t really need sound to watch.

Here’s her analysis:
- dan looks good as does Phil
- they must have known a long time about this to have already done all of this
- wow he is not fit (about Phil going down the stairs)
- why are so many of his slats broken
- why is the front room so messy
- is that a glass door?
- a mouse why is there a mouse
- I think they look great together
- how long does this video last ( she gets confused about live shows and videos sometimes)
- why is he led on the floor
- that video was cute

Basically my nan kinda thinks they are together and really likes them.